"Hmm, thank you for the warning, old man."
After the old farmer had walked away, Luo Qingyao looked at those mountains before taking a stroll through the nearby valleys and slopes.
As night fell,
mist rose in the mountain forest, making everything damp. The summer night brought high temperatures, creating a heavy atmosphere.
Oil lamps lit up in the mountain village.
Luo Qingyao arrived at the village entrance and saw a large, unknown tree with lush foliage, beneath which hung a decaying wooden sign that read "Xiaogou Village."
She stepped into Xiaogou Village, and the coldness in her eyes blurred into a haze.
